Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
AZ,
Zapp,
X-102,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.